Page 21 of The Wrong Guy

“Why did you run earlier? Do not lie to me.”

I can hear her gasp. Her chest rises and falls in her dress, which shows her best features. “When you talked about my brother paying you for being my attorney, it made me feel dirty.”

Her words are a direct hit to my gut. I never meant for this beautiful woman to feel used like this. I lean over and place my hands on her knees. She looks at my hands and then back at me with wonder.

“We have to keep this private until after the divorce is finalized.”

“I thought you didn’t do relationships,” she throws out at me.

I smirk. “I don’t. I didn’t say anything about rainbows and breakfast in bed. If that is what you want, please let me know.”

I’m giving her the out. Maybe I shouldn’t have been selfish earlier and stopped her from leaving. Perhaps that was her way of stopping whatever this could become and leaving before things got too complicated. I should have let her go.

However, the way she came alive in my hands at my office can only tell me one thing. She wants me just as much as I do.

“I’m not sure what I want,” she admits.

I smirk and then wink at her. “How about I show you what you would miss out on.”

She says nothing, and my body covers her on the couch. My hands grab her face with my mouth slanting over hers. My tongue licks the seam of her plush lips to get them to open for me. She lets me in right away. Our tongues create a dirty little game that leaves my dick begging to come out of my pants.

She’s breathing heavily against my chest. My hands trail down her body and stop when I get to her thighs. I lift the material of her dress out of the way for her thighs to fully envelope me, and I rock against her core. She lets out a moan against my mouth, and her hands are grabbing my hair.

She’s writhing against my body, and I love how she feels.

My lips reach her neck to suck her heartbeat into my mouth. With her mouth free, she’s moaning and thrusting her hips against my dick.

“Please,” she whispers.

I place my left hand on her right tit and start to manipulate her nipple through her dress. She’s trembling beneath me and trying to get closer for me to touch her just right to come.

“Please,” she begs again.

My mouth trails down and bites the nipple I’m playing with, making her jump a little out of pain and pleasure. She’s moaning louder than before. My mouth continues the dissent to her pussy.

Once I’m hovering over the apex of her thighs, I can smell how turned on she is right now.

“Please! Please!”

I lift her dress out of the way to see the pathetic material covering her. She’s trying to pull my hair in all different directions trying to get me where she wants me. I can see she’s still trying to fight the pleasure but doesn’t know this turns me on even more.

My fingers reach out and grab the material covering her. I rip the thong off of her body, and she screams out. I make a mental note to take the torn underwear home with me. I look down at her shaved pussy and see it is seeping from her arousal.

I flick my tongue through her sex, causing her to moan again.

She’s so responsive.

I don’t ease into it. I know Audrina’s primed and ready to come, but I do decide to make her work for her orgasm a little. My tongue slides through her easily before reaching her little clit, which is begging to come. I’m flicking her clit over and over again and waiting for her to start to move against my mouth before I stick my two fingers inside of her.

She’s tight as fuck and squeezes me to the point where my dick is wanting the release.

I’m alternating between sucking, biting, licking, and fucking her with my fingers until she’s shaking on the couch. Her legs try to close around my head to either keep me planted between her legs or to move me away.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Audrina chants.

She comes around my fingers, and I don’t stop fucking her until she’s spent. She falls limply against the couch, and a smile is on her face.

“That is just a prelude of what I can give you. I will let you think about it.”

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